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It was late at night, and there were no lights in the room, except for the faint light from the window, which reflected the furnishings a little. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The rapier was slowly drawn from its scabbard.

The blade of the sword is bright and dark, and the seven-colored light representing the seven negative forces rises and falls, constantly changing.

In the darkness, the seven-colored blade reflected the drunken eyes of the Death Squad. He reached out his fingertips and touched the tip of his sword. The sharp tip of the sword lightly snapped his fingers, and in an instant, seven negative forces poured into the body of the Reaper Class like a frenzy, repeatedly testing his magic resistance.

The Reaper class shook for a while, and finally failed to withstand all the negative forces, and hit the effect of sluggishness. The Fighting Spirit on his body flickered, and it took him a few minutes to suppress the sluggish effect. When he looked at the seven-colored rapier again, the flames in Ban's eyes became even hotter.

At this moment, the swaying light of the fire penetrated through the window, accompanied by bursts of noisy human voices, among which there were voices of praise for the goddess. The group of people walked down a long street not far from the window of the Grim Reaper's class, but the noise was still faintly heard.

With a look of disgust on his face, Ben closed the window and shut out the hustle and bustle. He knew that the group that had just passed away were fanatical members of the Holy Church. In response to Pope Rogue's call, these congregations are gathering on the plains of Canberra in the south of the Droz Empire to contribute their part to the victory of the final holy war.

The Reaper class is very disgusted with these fanatical believers, and in the name of faith and holiness, they can actually do anything, even better than bandits and thugs. Ben had mentioned the matter to Rogge several times, asking him to discipline the believers, but each time Rogge had just given him a casual face.

The Reaper class is also tired of this war. He really couldn't understand the meaning of the war, and he didn't understand why so many countries were worth plunging into this unprecedented Terran civil war. The longer the war dragged on, and the more the tragic scenes that must exist in the various wars were seen, the more the Grim Reaper class missed the quiet days of the small lake in the north of the past.

Ben has a strong desire to return to a leisurely retirement, and this war does not belong to him.

It's just that when his gaze falls on the rapier, he can't leave it anymore. From the original Fengyue promised to add a movement to his January, to now there is only one chapter in a few months, although the Death Class is extremely angry about this, but he is actually helpless against a goddess who does not keep his promise. Even if he is angry, there is nowhere to vent.

"Just bear with it! Just one more movement, and I'll retire." One more article would be good......" thought the Reaper class.

The final moment is coming.

Just a month ago, Alexander's Ice Army feinted to attack Austria-Hungary, and when more than 50,000 Austro-Hungarian remnants were urgently transferred back to the country for defense by the Austro-Hungarian Emperor, Alexander suddenly swung his army south, and won eleven games in a row along the way, and finally outflanked the rear of the meat grinder front, while Pompey's Poseidon Army attacked head-on, broke through the battle line of the Holy Radiance Alliance, and joined the Ice Army at Verdun.

At this point, the 100,000 troops of the Holy Radiance Alliance were cut off from all retreats and fell into a heavy siege.

And on the Eastern Front, it was the Duchy of Bavaria that achieved a major victory. In front of the 100,000 troops of the principality, the more than 200,000 troops of the Dro Empire were defeated in every battle, retreating all the way, the defense line was shattered, and finally 30,000 soldiers were killed and wounded, and 100,000 were captured. Counting the deserters on the way to the defeat, in the end, less than 30,000 of the 200,000 Droz army fled back to Osinia.

After defeating Droz's main army, the Duchy of Bavaria turned westward, joined the Holy Alliance army at the eastern end of the meat grinder line, regrouped, and confronted the main forces of the Holy Entente on the Canberra grasslands.

For a time, in the endless Canberra grasslands, the Entente and the Alliance gathered their own armies, and the decisive battle was already imminent.

On the side of the Entente, there was an army of 250,000 troops with the two major armies of Asrofik as the main force, supplemented by tens of thousands of troops from the Dro Empire and other client states. On the side of the Holy Alliance, more than 350,000 troops have been gathered, and more troops have entered the Canberra grasslands.

Before this Armageddon, in fact, the Entente side had an advantage not only in the quality of the legions, but also in the number of soldiers. Therefore, before the war, both Alexander and Pompey agreed that only by meeting the enemy with relatively weak forces could it be possible to attract the main forces of the alliance to come to the decisive battle.

A series of battles in the past has proven that among the three traditional empires, the Dro and Austro-Hungarian empires have long since declined, and their armies are still large, but their combat power has long since disappeared. Only the combat effectiveness of the two legions of the Asrofik Empire is far superior to that of the southern countries, and looking at the continent, except for the Holy Knights who have never been involved in the battle of the Church of Light, there should be no rivals.

However, in this decisive battle, even if the Alliance side has a huge advantage in troops, it may not be able to defeat the Entente, unless the Holy Knights are all dispatched. This is exactly what Feuerbach the Great wanted to see. The Great Emperor knew that in addition to the Holy Knights, the core of the Church of Light's force also had a mysterious Sanctuary. And how many powerful guys are hidden in the Sanctuary, no one knows.

But no matter what characters are hidden in the Church of Light, and how many angels are born or reincarnated in the Church, they cannot change their doomed fate. Because in front of the doppelganger of the dark lord god Barsaro Dimo Gogen, all the strong people in this plane will find their helplessness and despair! And directly introducing the doppelganger of the dark lord god into the plane will also be an unprecedented miracle on the continent! Even in the glorious era of the elven empire thousands of years ago, such a miracle has never been achieved!

And on the day of the decisive battle, Fengyue may also join the war in the form of a clone or the direct arrival of the body.

Another reason for the Entente's decision not to invest too many troops was that when the Dark Lord doppelganger successfully descended, his terrifying aura from the darkness alone would be enough to transform most of the weaker warriors into unconscious dark creatures! According to Sarawinger's estimates, at the moment of the appearance of the Dark Lord God, there could be 80,000 to 100,000 warriors on the Entente side who would become victims. Of course, when the doppelganger of the main god steps into the battle line of the alliance army, which is much less average quality, I am afraid that more than 300,000 warriors will be transformed into dark creatures and become servants of Barcelo Dimorgaugen.

These days, Osinia has almost become a city that never sleeps.

Every night it is lit up and groups of members of the Holy Church say goodbye to their families. From here, they set out all the way to the Canberra grasslands to participate in the final jihad. No one doubts that the war will be lost, as the Canberra grasslands have been foretold as a land of miracles, where the goddess Audrech will descend and see her followers in battle.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the noisy night scene, Rogge sighed slightly. He knew what awaited these believers in the Canberra grasslands. He drank the wine in his hand in one gulp, and the scarlet wine had a special taste, which was somewhat similar to blood.

Rog put down his glass and made his way to Hughes's room. On the eve of the war, there was always an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart. He wanted to talk to the old fox, maybe he could talk about something.

Wherever he looks, Hughes' abode is simple and elegant, and one feels very relaxed. He was sipping tea and reading a book. Seeing Rogge come in, he smiled and said hello, and actually poured a cup of tea for Rogge in a rare way.

Rogge was also not polite, sat in front of Xius, and said bluntly: "Elder Xius, the decisive battle is about to begin, I feel very uneasy in my heart, but I can't find a reason. I don't know if you can give me some pointers. ”

Xius smiled bitterly and said, "Lord Rogge, the main gods of the Dark and Heavenly Realms are standing behind the two sides in this battle, and I think you know this better than I do. Even if I know more than ordinary people, but after all, I am an ordinary elf, how can I get involved in the battle between the main gods? ”

Rogge pondered for a moment, and said with some reluctance: "Then Elder Theseus, every page of the book of Shiloh you gave me has this sentence: 'The gods are not omnipotent, and Shiloh is omnipotent'. I really don't understand what that means. You've been studying the Book of Hiloh for hundreds of years, and you can explain it to me. ”

Hearing the words 'gods are not omnipotent, and Shiloh is omnipotent', the corners of Xius's eyes twitched slightly, and the hand holding the teacup trembled a little. How did he manage these changes to escape Rogge's eyes?

Theseus looked at Rog carefully for a moment before he said, "Lord Rog, it seems that you have made great progress in the Book of Shiloh. May I ask what page you have seen?"

Page 4...... Ahh

In the midst of unspeakable pain, the contents of the fifth page of the Book of Shiloh emerged in his soul one by one.

"Create light out of darkness and make way out of nothingness. The gods fall asleep and wake up, their eyes filled with confusion, and their brilliance will be challenged. The end of the world is the beginning of the gods, and the end before going to bed is actually the beginning after waking up. The gods will wander because they need to find meaning in nothingness. And the distance between the end and the beginning is something that even the gods cannot cross. All attachment to the end will become chains handcuffed to the feet of the gods. There is no wandering in the realm of the gods, there is no midpoint, the front is the meaning of existence, and the back is the abyss of destruction. ”

"Gods are not omnipotent, and Shiloh is omnipotent. ”

At this time, the sharp pain in Rog's brain gradually subsided, but the content of each five pages of the Book of Shiloh made his mood colder and colder. Could it be that the act of visiting Fengyue in the Divine Domain again and again, trying to pull her back, could be a chain that could drag her into the abyss of destruction?

"Lord Rogge, it looks like you've seen page five. The speed at which you read the Book of Shiloh is beyond my expectations. Hughes looked at Rogge's pale face for a moment, muttered, and said, "Every being who can read the Book of Shiloh will gain their own understanding from the book. All I can say is that the Book of Shiloh has a power that we simply cannot imagine, and we should be humble in the face of such power. So I can't give you any explanation of the contents of the Book of Hiloh, and in fact none of them will help you in the slightest. Now the only piece of advice I can give you is that the Book of Hiloh has seven pages, and you should not turn to the last page anyway. ”

At this time, the sharp pain on the top of Rogge's head had just stopped, and the whole person seemed to have collapsed, sweating profusely all over his body, and he just nodded weakly.

At this moment, the door of the inner room suddenly opened, and Effie rushed out of it like a gust of wind, holding a large number of various magic materials in her arms, and as soon as she went out, she said, "Elder Xius, come and take a look, the result of this prophecy is really strange!"

Eiffel spoke crisply and quickly, and it wasn't until she finished her sentence that she saw that Rogge was also there. Her eyes lit up immediately, staring at Rogge, and she couldn't stop watching.

has had the painful experience of being almost squeezed dry by Effie a few times before, and at this moment Rogge can't help but feel a little weak in front of her. Fortunately, Effie was still able to focus on business, and said, "Lord Rogge, you can also take a look at the prophecy this time!" The fat man breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and was also very curious about Eiffel's prophecy, so he stood up and walked inside.

As he passed by Eiffel, the elf suddenly asked very lightly, "Can you give me thirty minutes in a moment?"

The fat man's legs immediately went limp.

The interior is very large, and the four walls are covered with steel plates. This is due to the fact that the probability of an accident such as an explosion at the time of Eiffel's prediction is much higher than that of a normal magic experiment. But no matter what kind of accident happens, she will not be hurt in the slightest.

On the floor in the center of the room is a large round bronze mirror, carved with ancient patterns and many strange creatures. Rogge can already be said to be everyone about the doctrine of gods and demons, and he can recognize several low-level gods or beginner demons in the statue at a glance. But he couldn't tell most of the statues. Moreover, this bronze mirror is so huge that it almost occupies the floor of the room, and I don't know how it was brought in in the first place.

However, Rogge's gaze was immediately drawn to the image in the bronze mirror, and he could no longer leave. The more he looked at it, the paler his face became. By the end of the day, the fat man's face was completely bloodless.

The center of the bronze mirror has become completely transparent, making it look like a window to an infinite world. The world in the bronze mirror is shrouded in clouds and mist, and at the moment when the clouds open and the fog disperses, you can see that there is a large lush land in the center of the world, with majestic mountains and large rivers on it.

Rogge only felt that he was like a god standing above the clouds, looking down on the whole world.

The more Rog looked at the topography of this continent, the more familiar he felt, he had already had the experience of flying at high altitude more than once, and finally recognized that the extremely majestic mountain range in the north of the central part of the continent was the Central Mountain Range.

Could it be that what is reflected in the bronze mirror is our plane? As soon as Rogge's heart moved slightly, he saw that the clouds suddenly opened in the east of this continent, and a new continent suddenly rushed out of the depths of the clouds and mist like a giant beast!

This continent is about half the size of the continent where Rogge lives, but the mountains above it are stranger, the water is clearer, and the verdant is refreshing.

Rogge's heart was beating wildly, and his mouth was stammering.

Whether it is inherited from the memories of Rodriguez or the many legends on the continent, there are countless records of the customs and humanities on the mysterious Oriental continent. However, Rogge's influence is not small, and his footprints are not wide, but for more than ten years, he has never really seen a person who has set foot in the Eastern Continent. Even the memories left by Rodriguez are vague about the Eastern Continent.

In a sense, it was far more difficult to set foot in the mysterious Eastern Continent than it was to go around the Divine Domain of Wind and Moon.

At this moment, the mysterious Eastern Continent actually appeared in Eiffel's prophecy, presenting the whole picture in front of Rogge! For a moment, Rogge even had a strong desire to leap into the world in the bronze mirror and take a good look at the mysterious Eastern Continent.

However, the next change left him dumbfounded.

The colors of the western continent are constantly changing, and it can be seen that the seasons change, while the eastern continent is always the same blue. After the mysterious eastern continent emerged from the clouds, it did not stop there, but the entire continent was moving slowly, getting farther and farther away from the western continent.

In the blink of an eye, the Eastern Continent seemed to have touched an invisible boundary, and suddenly burst out with a bright light, and then disappeared without a trace!

For a long time, Rogge was still staring at the surging clouds in the bronze mirror in a daze. It wasn't until the scene was repeated again that he came back to his senses and asked Effie, "Eiffel, is the timing of your prophecy clear?"

"Time?" Eiffel frowned and thought about it, and said slowly: "Prophecies usually don't give time clearly, but this time the prophecy is very strange, it seems that the results presented are not in the future, but in the past. That's why I'm going to ask Elder Hughes to take a look. ”

Rogge immediately looked at Xius, who immediately smiled bitterly: "Even the gods are not omnipotent, how can I know everything?"

Rogge was silent, looked at the prophecy in the bronze mirror again, and suddenly said, "Elder Xius, how do I feel that the Eastern Continent did not leave by itself, but that there was a mysterious force pushing it. Look...... It's like it's fleeing. ”

All Rogge got was silence. In fact, he himself knows that no one can answer such a question except for the gods on high.

He shook his head and walked out the door.

It's just that before Rogge stepped out of the door, he was pulled by a hand. As soon as the fat man turned around, he met Eiffel's eyes as bright as the morning star, and in those clear pupils, Rogge saw a firmness that could not be disobeyed.

"Thirty minutes! Not a minute less!" Effie didn't leave Rogge the slightest room for negotiation. She slammed the door shut, keeping Hughes out.

The door opened again, and a shrill scream rang out, and the underground gnome was kicked out by Eiffel.

When the first morning light pierced the darkness of the night, tents were set to life like wildflowers scattered across the Canberra savannah. Countless believers of the Holy Church emerged from the tents and gathered to the designated place under the guidance of the clergy.

Hundreds of tall wooden poles have already been erected on the vast prairie, and flags of various colors flutter on the poles. Every clergyman of the Holy Church recites how many believers need to stand under each banner. It's just that the believers don't know what they're going to do next. However, because they are pious enough, the order on the steppe is quite orderly. Still, when millions of believers were in place, the sky was already bright.

A wooden platform had already been erected among the believers, and dozens of clergy in black robes knelt in a circle on the platform, praying to themselves. Under the influence of magical power, their prayers became louder and louder, and they continued to float down from the high platform, and were heard by more and more believers. Hundreds of clergy in the audience also knelt down towards the high platform and began to chant prayers, and the believers around them also knelt down when they saw this.

In the blink of an eye, millions of believers sang in unison!

The magic array that had been set up on the high platform suddenly shone brightly, and the seven-colored light mist gushed out like a fountain, and in the midst of the brilliance, Mora emerged from the magic array and rose into the sky.

At this moment, Mora is surrounded by rising brilliance, and her style is unparalleled for a while.

Seeing this miraculous scene, the believers prayed even louder, as if they were crazy. They touched their foreheads to the ground as a way to express their inner piety. As a result, few people noticed that the blue sky was gradually turning gray.

The voices of the believers praying were overwhelming, completely overpowering the sounds of fighting in the distance.

At the dawn of day, the Allied armies stepped out of their barracks and set up battle formations on the Canberra grasslands. As if it had been agreed in the dark, the army of the Holy Radiance Alliance also left the camp at the same time, and hundreds of thousands of troops were deployed in front of the Entente. As Feuerbach the Great expected, in the center of the Confederate army were 50,000 holy knights who had removed all disguises!

The Entente army placed its cavalry on both flanks of the battle formation, the purpose of which was to maneuver and to keep an eye on the movements of the Confederate army, lest they divide their forces to attack the millions of believers in the rear who were holding the summoning ceremony. In the center of the Entente front was the Poseidon Legion, which was equipped with giant shield spears, and behind these hoplites, more than a dozen high platforms were erected, and the platforms were full of mages.

At the rear of the Entente battle, a tower tens of meters high was erected overnight, on which the Great, Rog, Alexander, Pompey and Sarawenge all stood. From here, you can look down on the entire battlefield, and you can even see the black and oppressive millions of believers behind the battle line. And with Rogge's eyesight, you can see Mora's fluttering figure in the air. It's just that the fat man at this time naturally didn't have a fragrant mood, seeing that everything was safe in the summoning ceremony, and there was no scene of people making trouble as expected, his eyes fell on the battle formation of the Holy Radiance Alliance again.

As expected, the fat man will see many long-lost old people today.

Sure enough, the group slowly ascended to the high platform located at the back of the Divine Radiance Alliance's battle array. Two high seats had already been set up on the high platform, and one of them was the old figure that had long been engraved in the depths of Rog's soul.

Today's pope wears ornate robes, a sparkling crown, and a ruby scepter. It is only at the grandest ceremonies that he wears the gown. However, the papal throne was not placed in the center of the high platform that represented the most exalted position, but was seated in the center by a young man with short chestnut hair and a little handsome. Strangely enough, his eyes were closed, and he seemed indifferent to everything that was happening on the battlefield.

As if sensing Rogge's gaze, the young man on the throne suddenly smiled slightly, which startled the fat man.

At this time, the earth-shattering war drums and trumpets pulled Rogge's mind back to the battlefield. There were only three people left on the high platform, the emperor and the old steward, and Alexander and Pompey had stepped down from the high platform and led their respective armies to fight. In this Armageddon, Rogge's Ice Temple Warriors and Ice Mage Corps have been handed over to these two famous generals for unified deployment, in order to maximize their combat power.

So now Rogge, who has no troops to move, has nothing to do.

"Your Majesty, you need not worry. I've seen the strength of the allies, and their mages are far from outnumbered, and the strong are evenly matched with us. Although we are currently at a great disadvantage in terms of military strength, I believe that with the command of Generals Alexander and Pompey, and our overwhelming superiority in the number of mages, we have a good chance of winning even without the help of the power of the Dark Lord. The slow and deep voice of the old boss could clearly reach the ears of the Great Emperor and Rogge, even in the midst of the earth-shattering battlefield.

Feuerbach the Great looked grim and nodded. He sat on a high seat, holding a wine in his left hand and a sword in his right, looking down on the battlefield.

As the battle rages on, Rogge realizes that he has inadvertently spent too much time with the unusually handsome and bizarre figure around the Pope.

At this time, tens of thousands of knights of the Holy Knights had already connected to the battle line of the Entente like a raging tide!

The mighty sprint, the glittering spears, and the resolute faces of the holy knights, full of religious fanaticism, together form a very impactful picture, just looking at it from a distance, it is difficult to resist the overwhelming momentum of the sea, and it is difficult to meet the charge of tens of thousands of holy knights head-on?

And yet Pompey did it!

Under his command, the Poseidon Legion, which was inferior in numbers, was like a long causeway, firmly blocking the raging waves in front of them. Each group of Poseidon warriors moved in unison, struggling to send the five-meter dragon spear in their hands into the body of the charging holy knight's warhorse, and then lifted the battle axe placed at their feet, and fiercely split the body of the holy knights who were thrown off the horse by the huge habitual surname!

The Holy Knights charged one by one, while the Holy Knights in the back row threw their spears or tomahawks, throwing these weapons that cried out to harvest life into the defenses of the Poseidon warriors!

Cracks quickly appeared on the causeway.

One by one, the Poseidon warriors fell, but they preferred to use their bodies as a flesh barrier to the galloping horses rather than take a step back from the land they were stationed! The Holy Knights who rushed at full speed often knocked the Poseidon warriors who stood in their way into the air with a roar, and then threw themselves off their horses and fell deep into the Allied front. Even if the Entente warriors were not swordsmanlike, the heavily armored knights would not have survived such a fall.

The causeway was trembling, and it looked like it was getting more and more fragile, but no matter how the tide crashed, it still stood!

The battle situation in the center fell into a stalemate for a while, and the situation on the two wings was different. On the left flank, the Knights of the Duchy of Bavaria were strong in battle and suppressed the cavalry of the Asrofik Empire with their huge numerical superiority, and began to divide their forces to attack the flanks of the Drofik infantry, forcing them to retreat incessantly. On the right flank, the Glacier Corps, commanded by Alexander himself, crushed the Austro-Hungarian Knights, which were equal in number on the front. After suffering heavy casualties, the 30,000 Austro-Hungarian light cavalry finally escaped back to the line of the infantry and was given a chance to regroup.

The sky above the battlefield suddenly lit up with bursts of brilliant light, and then countless attack magic trails trailing beautiful trails streaked across the sky and landed in the opponent's battle array. Then flames, frost, thorns, dust, and even black clouds that emitted a thick and dead aura loomed over the battlefield. Behind that brilliant light and shadow, there is a terrifying killing power!

After each wave of magic attacks, there will be many blank spaces in the two fronts, especially in the ranks of the Holy Knights, a chasm has been blasted out by Miqi's magic! The Holy Knights' magic resistance is far stronger than that of ordinary warriors, and if this wave of magic falls on the other troops of the Alliance, I am afraid that the number of casualties caused will be doubled.

It was clear that both the number and power of the Entente had the upper hand in this magical battle.

Before the war, Constantine had revealed that there were more than 200 light mages in the Church of Light who could play a role on the battlefield, and the total number of mages on the battlefield on the Alliance side was about 300. In contrast, the Entente mobilized more than 800 magicians, largely due to the flourishing magical culture of the Dro Empire. And in the past year, the Holy Church's Ice Mage Corps has also trained enough new mages.

After the first wave of attack magic, the mages in charge of the secondary attacks also completed the spells, either giving offensive and defensive bonuses to their fighters or weakening the enemy's combat power. Naturally, the Entente, which had an absolute advantage in the number of magicians, suppressed the arrogance of the alliance this time.

With the strong support of the Archmaster, the Poseidon Legion's defense line finally stabilized temporarily. At this moment, the battle lines of the two sides began to intertwine, and the battle entered the most brutal stage of wrestling. The two sides are like two wrestling fighters, it is impossible not to bleed, and what the two sides fight is to let the other party's blood flow more and faster than themselves.

Hundreds of thousands of warriors were fighting to the death on the land, and countless magic and feathered arrows flew through the sky. At this time, as long as the feather arrow is shot into the opponent's camp, there will definitely be a catch, so the 10,000 elven archers in the Entente army, who are heavily protected, play no more role than the Terran archers. It's just that they are using special armor-piercing poison arrows at the moment, and the lethality is very considerable.

With the exception of a handful of people, almost no one noticed that the sky was fading, and the original clear blue had long since been replaced by a dark gray. And in the gathering place of millions of believers behind the Allied army, the sky has been completely occupied by darkness.

The darkness in the sky was very eerie, different from the natural darkness of the night. From a distance, it is more like the canopy of heaven has been torn open by a pair of giant palms, revealing the deep black and lightless void hidden behind the curtain.

Against the dark background, Mora, who was floating in the air and dressed in white, was so beautiful and fragile that it seemed that a slightly stronger wind could blow her to pieces.

Watching her stretch out her arms to that night, to that day, to the endless darkness, Rog's heart throbbed.

Rogge already knew that the will of the gods was beyond the control of mortal beings. He didn't know what the consequences would be if he channeled the clone of the Dark Lord God into this plane, and he didn't know what kind of divine power the Dark Lord God brought by the clone. Will the place where Barsaro Timogorgen set foot itself, as the Emperor said, transform itself into a kingdom where darkness reigns over everything?

Life or death, existence or destruction, this proposition concerning the fate of the entire plane, seemed so far away from him in an instant.

The fat man doesn't care about the ups and downs of all beings, and he doesn't really care about the survival of the plane, and when he reads the Book of Shiloh to the fifth page, even if the body is destroyed, the soul can live forever in nothingness.

He looked up at the dark sky, listened to the roars and screams that filled the battlefield, watched the blood gradually penetrate the earth, and watched countless familiar people fight to the death for their own reasons.

Rogge suddenly felt that all this was so strange and meaningless, like a dream, whether it was heroic ambition, children's affection, or power in the world, wealth and glory, when he woke up, it was nothing more than a pillow of absurd tears.

There had never been a moment when he wanted to leave everything behind and start a kingdom with her in nothingness[***], and go to eternity with her.

There was a faint roar between heaven and earth, which woke up Rogge in a trance. From the torn canopy, several thick black lightning rays snaked out, striking the vast grassland. Every lightning bolt that falls, it will split a large crater with a radius of 100 meters in the earth!

Rogge's palms were slightly sweaty, and the Emperor stood up nervously, and even Sara Winger, who had always been calm, opened her eyes wide, and her two-way cloudy eyes flashed with a terrifying light from time to time.

An invisible coercion quietly spread, enveloping a hundred miles around.

At this moment, the eyes of all the powerhouses on the battlefield fell on the ever-expanding darkness in the sky. Their sharp instincts had told them how powerful the existence that was hidden behind the darkness was. No matter which side of the powerhouse, at this moment, at the moment when this powerful existence that has not yet appeared declares its majesty, they are almost trembling!

Rog glanced at the millions of prostrate believers, and then at the hundreds of thousands of soldiers who were fighting to the death, and felt a faint sadness for them. When the clone of Barcelo Dimo Gogen appears, a dark frenzy will sweep over the land, and the vast majority of ordinary beings, regardless of which faction they belong to, will become sacrifices to the Lord God.

Of course, the divine and light caste beings will bear the brunt of the blow, but this includes the elves.

The darkness had quietly taken over the entire sky, and even the ordinary warriors were aware of the vision between heaven and earth, and the killing movements in their hands had slowed down.

In the midst of darkness there is darkness.

The canopy of heaven had been torn apart, and in the deepest depths of the dark void, a little bit of the purest darkness poured out. In the face of this darkness, there is no light at all.

Rogge held his breath and waited quietly for the fateful moment.

Suddenly, there was a terrible cry in the distance, the cry was very familiar, it was Mora's voice!

Rogge's heart trembled, and before he could take a look at Mora's safety, he found that in the deepest darkness, there was a light!

That's absolute light!

The light instantly dispelled the darkness that had just taken over the entire sky, and channeled the whole world back to light!

It's just that the brilliance is too strong for this fragile plane.

In addition to the indescribable majesty, there is also endless heat in that overwhelming radiance!

The brilliance of essence is like a river of heaven falling, and when it pours down into the air, everything that shines directly on the Holy Radiance instantly turns into nothingness under the high heat.

The holy light is like silk, like rain, like a tide!

Mora, who stood in the air, was first swallowed up by the divine light that fell from the sky, and then the great waves of light and heat drowned the millions of believers of the Holy Church who had not yet known what had happened.

"That's not the Lord of Darkness!" Rogge suddenly roared.

In the moment just now, he had already seen a slowly swirling holy radiance tetrahedron through the strongest point of holy light in the sky!

It was the breath of the Lord God of the Heavenly Realm!

In the face of the infinite majesty of the Lord God, the whole plane trembled incessantly! As if knowing that this small plane was not enough to bear its own radiance, the light in the sky that was enough to destroy everything suddenly reversed and reined in all its power.

In the blink of an eye, what appeared in front of all beings was a clear blue sky.

The light of that moment had already made Rogge's eyes red and swollen, and tears flowed from his eyes. He rubbed his eyes, and then he slowly saw everything in front of him. On the prairie that once crept with millions of believers, only a bottomless pit with a radius of several thousand meters remained.

Rogge smiled bitterly.

He really couldn't understand why the ritual of summoning the Lord God of Darkness would eventually attract the brilliance of the Lord God of the Heavenly Realm? He looked at the Emperor and the old steward Sara Wenge, and only then did he find that the Emperor was sitting upright in the chair, his face was solemn, and two lines of blood were slowly flowing down his eyes.

In addition to the great changes, Feuerbach the Great seemed very calm, he tilted his head slightly, listened to the cheers of the alliance like a landslide and tsunami, and then said slowly: "It seems that I was not mistaken, the greatest dark god did not come to this plane according to our call, but the main god of the heavenly realm that we summoned from the source of darkness......"

There was silence on the high platform, and neither Rogge nor Sarawenge knew how to answer the Emperor's question.

"Sarawenge, you've been with me for twenty years, haven't you?" asked the Emperor suddenly.

"Two days to be exact, twenty-one years. ”

The Emperor nodded, stood up, and groped his way forward. Sarawinger immediately stepped forward, grabbed Feuerbach, and led him to the staircase of the high platform.

"Sara Wenger, do you think it's possible for us to win?"

"Your Majesty, it may be that the surname will always be there. ”

"It's good, my eyes are out of sight. Will you show me the way in the direction of the enemy when I charge?"

"It is a great honor, Your Majesty. ”

The two old men supported each other and slowly walked down the stairs from the high platform. Listening to the tone of their conversation, it was as calm and gentle as two ordinary old men in a small country village talking about the autumn harvest.

For a time, Rogge was the only one left on the high platform. He looked around blankly, and although the sky was blue, the wind that swept through the high platform was still bleak.

There is a special feeling in the wind.

That's despair.

With a choking sound, Feuerbach the Great drew his sword and pointed it forward. Saravinge walked with him, pulling the war horse for the Emperor, slowly accelerating towards the battle line of the Holy Radiance Alliance.

Seeing the Emperor advancing in the army, Alexander drew his sword, and Pompey, who had lost his strength, raised his crossbow, and they mobilized their mounts at the same time as the Emperor to meet the hundreds of thousands of allied troops in front of them.

Although the countless officers of the two major armies of the empire did not know what had just happened, they saw that the emperor had already gone into battle in person, so they instigated their soldiers and began to advance forward, vowing to fight to the death with the enemy in front of them!

At this time, Sara Wenge couldn't help but pour out a thick black fog, wrapping himself and Da Yanjing in it. This cloud of black mist rolled forward, passed through Pompey's Poseidon Legion, and rushed directly into the Holy Knights!

Thousands of brave holy knights couldn't stop that black fog in the slightest! As soon as they were swept up in the black mist, there was no news of it, and behind the black mist, there was only a great avenue made of blood!

At this moment, although those ordinary warriors did not understand the origin of the anomaly between heaven and earth, they all vaguely understood that the balance of victory had tilted in favor of the allies. The armies of the Dro Empire and other client states all flinched, and only the warriors of the Asrofik Empire followed their emperor and generals and launched an attack on the Radiant Alliance without hesitation!

For a moment, the shouts of the Northern warriors overwhelmed the cheers of the Southern Alliance!

What should you do when you're desperate?" Rogge shook his head vigorously suddenly, his brows furrowed. Rogge understood that the Emperor meant to find his own way out, but although he couldn't summon the clone of the Dark Lord God, the war in this plane might not be lost!

Rogge decided to do something.

He knew that it was useless to flee now, and if this war was lost, then no matter where he fled, it would be impossible for him to escape the pursuit of the Church of Light. At most, he would become the second Rodriguez, and that would only be a few more years with the Church of Light. What's more, he had just found out that the connection between him and Fengyue had been severed. Rogge didn't dare to think about what was going on, since the main gods of the Heavenly Realm were able to appear in the source of darkness, then whatever happened was possible.

Rogge suddenly felt something different, as if the space around him had changed imperceptibly again. He slightly savored this faint change, his face suddenly changed, he jumped up from the high platform, and rushed towards the front line of the tower full of mages!

At some point, the day had turned into night, and the blue sky had changed into evening clothes, and the night was dotted with brilliant stars.

The sudden change of day and night was only because the handsome man who sat beside the Pope had opened his eyes. Even from a distance, Rogge could still clearly see the distant night sky and the endless stars in his eyes.

The night that came from his eyes revealed a mysterious, delicate and fragile beauty that matched his countenance. It's just that there is infinite killing in this beautiful star.

Everywhere he looked, all the mages were struggling in pain, and the stronger the mana, the weaker the struggle! At the beginning of the night, two dazzling magic torches lit up on the high platform of the Entente!

Mana ignited!

Rogge's mind flashed through the term. Rogge is no stranger to this spell that does not belong to the orthodox magic system, and he can even ignite the magic in the mage's body with the dragon's eye. However, that was deliberate, and at most one or two mages at a time.

Like that person, everywhere he can see is the realm of mana ignition, this, what kind of divine power is this?

The battle situation, where there was still a glimmer of hope, had completely turned into despair the moment the man opened his eyes.

The only thing that the Entente can rely on to turn the tide of the battle is the high-level mage who has the overwhelming caste advantage, but in the realm of mana, the more powerful the mage, the more difficult it is to protect himself. Moreover, at this moment, the magic of the mana ignition realm is far from being comparable to Rogge's dragon eye, and all mages with divine mana are not affected by mana ignition! This also means that it is now the alliance side that has begun to have the advantage of dominating the mage.

"Great Andreoli, before your law-breaking eyes, all those who do not believe in our lord will have only one way to destroy. It seems that the light of the Lord is about to shine in every corner of this plane. On the high platform, the Pope said slowly.

Andreoli seemed to scan the entire battlefield casually, but wherever his gaze fell, the mana burning field would increase exponentially.

Hearing the Pope's words, he smiled faintly and said in a soft and ethereal voice: "I didn't do anything. All this splendor and glory to our Lord, the great Dismarson. Of course, the great Cetanistolia did a lot, and his brilliance should not be overlooked. ”

His eyes containing countless stars stared at a high platform on the Entente, and suddenly said lightly: "That heretic is very interesting!

At Andreoli's call, the two giant angels who had accompanied him to this plane pierced through the void, each summoned a chariot burning with celestial flames, and then flew towards the side of the Entente amid the cheers of countless holy knights.

The Pope raised his hand, and Augustus immediately leaned forward, listening to his commands.

"Augustus, end this war as soon as possible......"

The Blood Angel nodded, then flew into the air, pointing his sword at the Entente's front where chaos had begun to appear!

Under the cover of the night, dozens of holy knights appeared one by one, with looming wings behind them. At this moment, around the high platform, hundreds of mysterious warriors who had been standing still also took off their robes one after another, and rushed towards the Entente army in groups of several people.

At this moment, a curling silver light suddenly appeared in the night, and it came out of nothingness, and in an instant, it had pierced half of the sky, and finally landed on a huge angel with a flaming chariot on his feet.

The dark black combat boots of the demon lotus stretched out from the void, as if inadvertently stepping on the flame chariot, and then a wave of power spread to every corner of the celestial chariot.

A fireball with a diameter of 100 meters suddenly exploded in the sky, followed by a silver lightning bolt that pierced the sky. The lightning was so dazzling that it even eclipsed the huge ball of fire!

Then there were two roars of pain like thunder between heaven and earth, and in this roaring roar, Wella, who was dressed in a demon lotus, finally appeared, her angular lips were constantly overflowing with golden blood at the moment, and the eyes shining with golden crosses were staring at the blood angel flying towards her, Augustus!

In her left hand, she held a huge wing that belonged to Aga and was still twitching in pain, while her dragon soul spear had long since left her hand and was nailed to the wings of another giant angel, Lennon.

Angel Aga who had lost an entire wing was falling to the ground, and his golden armor couldn't help but burst out of the holy flame several meters long, and before it landed, it turned into a huge fireball, and then crashed into the camp of the alliance side with a roar, and the sudden burst of holy flame waves swept over a thousand warriors!

Lennon struggled in the sky in agony, he could no longer control the chariot of flames. The flaming chariot flew aimlessly forward, then arced and crashed into the Entente's camp. The next moment, the surging flames rose into the sky, eventually forming a mushroom-shaped cloud of fire.

Suddenly there was a long dragon groan from the sky, and the Divine Dragon came out of nowhere, biting the Dragon Soul War Spear in one bite, and then shook his head fiercely! Lennon roared suddenly, and stabbed the giant sword burning with holy flames into the Divine Dragon's chest with his backhand. The Divine Dragon let out a painful dragon groan, biting the Dragon Soul War Spear, turning around and fleeing into the distance.

On the dragon soul battle spear, he wore two huge wings that still opened and closed.

Lennon's power was still there, and then the scars on his back had begun to spew out faint holy flames.

The Pope sighed and said weakly: "It's all my incompetence that allowed Audrech to regain his strength in this plane and destroy the two glorious angels of power you brought..."

Andreoli smiled faintly, his eyes were not on Wella at all, but moved with Rogge, and said casually: "It's okay, there are already too many servants like Aga and Lennon, there are already too many in front of my lord's seat." ”

At this time, Rogge had already landed on the high platform full of mages, and took the crumbling Floya in his arms. Her face was as white as paper, her silver teeth were biting her lower lip, and she was desperately suppressing the magic that was boiling in her body. When she was held in Rogge's arms, she was like a boat hiding in a safe haven, and her expression was soothed. Not only her, but the magic in the bodies of several mages within a few meters of Rogge's body gradually subsided, while the mages who were a little farther away from Rogge were still in pain, and from time to time someone turned into a shining magic torch.

Seeing this strange situation, the mages who were still breathing on the high platform all desperately squeezed towards Rogge's side.

"Dead fatty, you ......" Floya looked so weak that she couldn't even speak, but after a short time in Rogge's arms, her face improved a lot.

"Don't speak, I'll find a way to send you away immediately, and then you can find a place to hide, don't be discovered by the Church of Light, remember?" the fat man tenderly kissed her on the lips, and there was a hint of bitterness on the tip of his tongue.

A gale of wind hit the platform, knocking down the dying mages around Rogge. Miro appeared in the wind, and he was about to say something, when Rog suddenly stood up and handed Floya to him.

Miro was taken aback and said, "What are you doing?"

The fat man said, "Take her away immediately!"

"What about you, why don't you run away?"

Rogge smiled bitterly, turned to look in the direction of the Radiance Alliance, and sighed, "Me?...... I can't escape. ”

Miro followed Rogge's gaze and saw that thousands of meters away, the pair of eyes hidden in thousands of stars were looking at Rogge calmly. Miro said no more, picked up Floya and flew off into the distance.

By this time, the tide of battle had turned into a massacre. Behind Augustus, dozens of holy knights with faint wings of light rushed forward one after another like meteors into the black mist that was still advancing tenaciously. The black mist was silent for a moment, and then a pillar of flame rose into the sky in the center, soaring hundreds of meters into the air, before it gradually dissipated.

Where the pillar of flame rose, there was only a blank area with a diameter of 100 meters.

The Reaper squad pulled the spanker from the throat of one of the Templars, swaying slightly from his feet. He looked at the new set of sanctuaries that had gathered around him, and his face became solemn. Each group of Templars will contain two or three melee warriors, a ranged archer, several mages, and one or two Templars who specialize in protecting mages. With this combination, this group of sanctuaries is enough to send a sanctuary powerhouse to the path of destruction.

There are only a handful of powerhouses that can break through the Sanctuary, but the Sanctuary that approaches the Sanctuary can be cultivated in large numbers.

Relying on the terrifying power of the rapier in his hand, the Reaper Class has sent the two groups of sanctuaries to the point of no return. But in the blink of an eye, a third group gathered around him. Ben didn't expect help, he knew that all the Sacred Realm powerhouses on his side would definitely face the threat of the second or third group of Templars. He took a deep breath, gathered the last of his fighting energy, and with a slight shock of the seven-colored thin sword in his hand, he suddenly leaped over the head of the Sanctuary and pounced on the mages hiding behind.

There was a choking sound, and an aqua blue long sword made of pure fighting qi encompassed the thin sword of the Death Class.

In this war-torn battlefield, Prosis still looks so calm.

Destroying winds and flames continued to fall from the sky, and white or golden feathers occasionally fell. At night, there were scattered colored lights and drifting spatial gaps, and it was impossible to see the figures of Wella and Augustus who were fighting to the death.

Wielding the Blade of Mork in one hand and the starry sky in the other, Rog swept through the middle of the two groups of sanctuaries like a breeze, leaving only a dozen shattered bodies behind him. Then, with his arms outstretched, he stopped the nearly 100 people who had swarmed into the Templar.

However, whether the fat man charged, retreated, ascended, or hidden, Andreoli's eyes were always locked on him, and he never deviated from it in the slightest.

The Seraphim, who came with the stars of the day, seemed to have no interest in the other people at all, and did not care about the progress of the battle at all, but looked at Rogge steadily.

In this extremely tragic battlefield, in fact, time passes very slowly. Miro, who flew quickly with Floya in his arms, had not flown out of the range of the battlefield until this time.

Suddenly, between heaven and earth, the old but powerful voice of the Pope sounded: "...... The Lord said, "That which should be stopped, will not go any further!"

Rogge was horrified!

What a familiar sound...... He looked up at the world, which was losing the slightest bit of color, and sighed deeply. An invisible force quietly spread, and within a few meters of the fat man, the blood was still bright red and the sword was still blue.

But in the midst ......of the complete loss of color in the world, another voice sounded clear enough to pierce through the golden cracked stones: "God said, time is like water, and there is no return!

At this time, heaven and earth have completely become a world where black and white dominate everything, and it is also a world of absolute silence. At this moment, Eiffel's voice had also disappeared.

However, Rogge knew that this time the Pope's Great Prophecy had been disturbed, so that everything in the world would not stand still for as long as it had been activated in the past. His heart moved slightly, looking up at the sky that had lost its color, and made several movements one after another.

In this silent world, only the voice of the Pope still echoes in the depths of everyone's soul: "...... You are born of the glory of the Lord and walk in the glory of the Lord. But at the end of that path of betrayal and depravity, all the light you have stolen will be dissipated, and only the chains will ......"

Rogge's estimate was right, and before the Pope's words were finished, the world returned to its original color. At the moment when everything came to a standstill, Rogge's figure disappeared from its place.

The Pope's hand pointed to the void, and at his finger, Wella popped out of the void in response, and dozens of criss-crossing chains of holy light were wrapped around the dark black demon lotus, shrinking with the Pope's voice.

At this time, Eiffel's voice sounded again: "In the name of the gods, give the angel in front of you the protection of free movement......"

Brilliant fireworks burst into the sky, and the chains that trapped Wella exploded one by one.

It was only under the agitation and conflict of two contradictory prophecies that Eiffel's voice suddenly became mute. At this moment, Konstantin's tall figure stood in front of Eiffel, and his hands in the shackles of faith stretched forward to resist the two violent energies that were stirring each other in the void!

The Pope's gaze crossed the distance of a kilometer and fell on Konstantin, who seemed to sigh with great regret.

Konstantin shouted, and the holy light around him was like flames, and he forcibly resisted the impact of the two major prophecy techniques!

However, he was shocked to find that all the holy power in his body was dissolving rapidly like snow meeting the sun! In the blink of an eye, the energy turbulence formed by the entanglement of the two prophecy techniques had found a breakthrough, and if a mountain flood suddenly broke out, it rushed into the cardinal's body!

The ferocity of energy did not destroy the cardinal's body, but blew away his fallen soul.

Before consciousness dissipated, the depths of Constantine's soul reverberated with a pope's prophecy: "...... But at the end of that path of renunciation and depravity, all the light you have stolen will be dissipated......"

With a bang, the shackles of faith exploded. Until the last moment, the cardinal did not understand how he had fallen.

The cardinal's majestic body slowly fell, and he was finally unable to give Eiffel more wings. However, the Pope's Great Prophecy once again resounded through the heavens and the earth, and this time the target was actually aimed at Eiffel!

"The Lord is in control, the Lord created the world! What the Lord says will destroy will not exist!"

Eiffel opened her mouth, but only a mouthful of blood spurted out, and she couldn't make any sound. In fact, at this moment, all the voices on the battlefield have been suppressed by the Pope's great prophecy. The Pope's voice was so loud that most people could not hear it at all!

At this moment, there was a leisurely sigh, and Xius quietly appeared in front of Eiffel. The always calm Hughes had an indescribable solemnity, solemnity and sadness on his face at this moment.

Theseus raised his hand and pointed at Eiffel, and the loud voice was no less than that of the Pope!

"The Lord is in control of everything, and the Lord created the world. Whoever the Lord says will endure forever, he will live forever!"

This time, when the two contradictory prophecies met, a silent thunderclap sounded! The thunder instantly spread over thousands of miles, and no one knew what kind of storm was stirred up in this plane and how many tangible and invisible existences were destroyed.

Theseus looked at the sky and sighed, "Eiffel, let's go, we've done our best......"

With that, he picked up Effie, who was no longer able to stand, and slowly stepped into the void.

A fine tea can fell to the ground and shattered.

In the sky, Wella's wings spread, and the remaining chains on the demon lotus disappeared without a trace. She stared at Augustus' greatsword, her face getting colder and colder. From the moment she went into battle, she killed two power angels in a short period of time, fought fiercely with the blood angel Augustus, and endured the impact of the Pope's Great Prophecy, even though she was known for her perfect fighting art, her power was on the verge of exhaustion.

What's more, there is Andreoli on the high platform, sitting like a mountain!

Maybe no one else could see it, but in Wella's eyes, the six sky-blue wings were clearly reflected!

Wella felt bitter in her heart, and since she had to fall, she knew that there would be such a day.

She also tried to fight, but the overwhelming powerlessness always filled her chest, which is why she was completely defenseless in the divine realm. Wella knew that no matter how far she advanced in the Divine Realm, there was no way she could match the brilliance of the Lord God of the Heavenly Realm. Therefore, she has been waiting for the coming of judgment in numbness, and she is ready to accept all fate.

Such a memory was sealed by her in the deepest part of the origin of God. She believed that Fengyue would not be able to see this memory. But when the judgment really came, Wella realized that the taste of bearing fate was so bitter.

She fell into a slight trance, but instinctively grabbed at the blade of the greatsword. It's just that Augustus' greatsword suddenly deflected, and he dodged Wella's grasp like lightning. Wella was shocked to find that even Augustus was taken aback by such a result! Before she could pursue, the Blood Angel's face changed, and his figure appeared a hundred meters away in a flash.

In the direction where he was before, there was a flash of aqua blue brilliance, and then the fat man who had cut down the air appeared in shape.

"What are you doing, let's go!" the fat man roared.

"What about you?"

"I can't go!" the fat man roared.

A soft voice suddenly came from the void: "That's not necessarily!"

Before the voice fell, Adriane stepped out of the void, blocking Andreoli's gaze at Rogge.

Andreolian, a kilometer away, sat still, only a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was casually glancing at Aderene.

Adriane snorted, and a surging black flame erupted from her body, turning into a burning torch in the blink of an eye!

"What the fuck!" the fat man cursed, and in a flash of form, he appeared in front of Adelene and met Andreoli's gaze. Then an invisible force field erupted from him, enveloping Adriene's body, instantly extinguishing the black flames on her body.

Seeing the fat man return to his sight, the six angels with wings adorned with stars became gentle again.

What happened next was completely beyond Wella's imagination. She only felt that there was a dying Adrenee in her arms, and then her wings tightened behind her back, and she was caught by the fat man. Wella's whole body softened, and she immediately felt an irresistible force coming, and she was thrown into the space storm!

Wella suddenly felt puzzled, for some reason, for some reason, her senses and reactions seemed to have become a thousand times slower.

Before the ripples in the space could dissipate, the blood angel whose whole body was wrapped in holy flames had already broken through the air, and the tip of the giant sword in his hand lit up with a little essence, trying to force Weina out of the void again before the spatial barrier was fully recovered.

An inexplicable sensation crept through Augustus's body, and he suddenly had an intuition that he seemed to have broken into an unknown country.

Rogge's figure quietly appeared, blocking the spatial ripples. He stared coldly at the Blood Angel of the Megatron Continent, and slowly lifted the blue starry sky.

Augustus froze, his brow furrowed slightly as he looked into Rogge's eyes. From those eyes, he read the determination. This is the last thing the Blood Angels want to read in their years of warfare.

He understands that at this moment, as long as the fat man is still alive, no one will want to travel through space from here!

A flame exploded in the sky, and a flash of blue starlight flashed.

In that fateful moment, Augustus and Rogge had already swapped places.

The blue starry sky fell from the sky with scattered star debris, and then plunged deep into the blood-soaked earth, revealing only a short blade. The countless shining star chips, from heaven to earth, drew a clear trajectory that did not disperse for a long time.

With a strange smile on his face, Rog used his last strength to pull hard! However, his consciousness was rapidly blurring, and his power was rapidly dissipating. Although he had caught the wings of the Blood Angel, he was powerless to tear them off.

In that Armageddon a thousand years ago, the elves who could not wait for the miracle of Shiloh were also so desperate?

Rogge thought in a daze, his hand slowly loosened, and his body slowly fell.

It's like the end of a dream

(To be continued)